The feeling of having no one to run to,

The loneliness that plagues the hell of my mind.

It causes the reddest blood of a violent hue

Because rage that provokes the color blind.


You'd do anything to stop the pain you incite,

But your fragile mind can’t stand the hatred.

You act like you don't care out of spite,

You just made me feel so manipulated.


As of now, you aren't the cause of my madness.

We have resolved our conflicts of destiny.

I can continue to paint the love on my canvas,

The story of the serene Leo and the raging Gemini.


How are we supposed to regain time lost?

And why didn’t we stop to contemplate about the cost?

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